"So you're here because of the scythe?"

In the corridor of the hotel, Conan's attention fell on the two of Yamato Dasuke and Zhufu Gaoming, who were with Gao Cheng and had a heavy breath.

Why did you bring these two guys......

"Almost," Takasei gathered his thoughts, "I was going to take a stroll around the historical places of Nagano Prefecture first, but Yamato Dasuke was very interested when he heard about it. ”

"It's okay to play later," Mokufu looked at Conan thoughtfully, "If you hadn't come here, I'm afraid you'd have missed the riddle about the sickle." ”

"Gao Mei!"

The male reporter in front was still talking to the proprietress about the female body.

"Don't think about this kind of thing, right? Even if the business of the hotel is getting worse and worse because of your husband's death, you may be able to find a way from other directions, and there is no need to listen to your father-in-law's ......."

"That's right."

A female reporter with glasses in a ponytail with air bangs came out of the room, apparently hearing the conversation just now.

"What kind of female body is just that old man's self-righteousness, if you are really short of money, I think it is better to sell something, you should have ancient things, such as pots and the like, and now the antique market is also good."

"Huh?" The landlady was stunned, "Speaking of antiques, there used to be a famous knifesmith who imitated a foreign lawn mower and made a big sickle, which is still in the warehouse, my husband said it was worth 10 million yuan, but my father-in-law said it was a worthless thing, so he kept ......it over there."

"Scythe?" Mori Kogoro asked in a deep voice, "Could it be the scythe that was captured in the photo, the sickle on the back of the scythe?" Really, it could be a photo taken by your hotel, right? ”

"How, how is that possible?" The proprietress proposed, "If you're interested, I'll take you to see it, right next to the open-air hot spring." ”

"Then bother."

Mori Kogoro was in high spirits, but Hattori suddenly lost a lot of interest.

"Sure enough, it's still related to the hotel, but I don't know what it's like to run on the hot springs."

If the hotel was acting by itself, it would not be strange that the proprietress son cooperated with lying, Hattori sighed secretly, and when he met Gao Cheng, he thought that the main play was coming.

It was hard to gather so many people, and even the two police officers from Nagano Prefecture were ......

"But then again," Hattori asked Yamato Daisuke, who was with Taksei, as he followed the proprietress with him, "Is the Nagano Prefectural Police Department idle?" ”

"It's just that it's okay today." Yamato dared to help reply.

The warehouse was built alone by the hot springs, which looked a little scary because of the rumors of the sickle, and the old chandelier bulb was lit, and Gao Cheng followed the uncle to watch the proprietress rummage for the sickle.

The warehouse is full of dust, especially on the shelves, which doesn't seem to be taken care of very often.

"I remember it's here," the proprietress rummaged through, "why isn't it?" ”

"Let's help find it."

"Really, this kind of place ......"

The female reporter with glasses was chewing gum and was about to help, but her forehead hit the chandelier: "Can't the bulb be a little higher?" ”

Gao Cheng glanced back.

It's no surprise that this inn is popular because of rumors about the weasel, but in fact many inns like this one built in the mountains have a lot of legends and the like to attract popularity.

But the proprietress would take the initiative to mention the scythe, and it seemed that she really didn't know about it, and the rest could only be done by the old man or something else who wanted to help.

A male reporter who cares about the boss is likely to do this, after all, this is the same reporter who published the photos in the newspaper.

In short, it seems that there are no cases, just ordinary things.

"Since my husband passed away, this warehouse has rarely been taken care of, I'm sorry to ......" The proprietress suppressed the sourness in her heart, almost running a huge hotel by herself, and her father-in-law was extremely strict, and the hard work was certain.

Even if the scythe is really worth a lot of money and solves the deficit problem of the hotel, I don't know what to do in the future......

"When I first got married, my mother's hotel merged with this place, and business was still booming for a while, but after my husband died, the situation got worse and worse, and thieves came two days ago."

"Thief?" Gao Cheng helped remove the cardboard box and said, "Speaking of which, this warehouse doesn't seem to be locked." ”

"Well, because it's a dilapidated warehouse, and it's only a few unimportant things stored here, I was going to get a new door and lock it by the way, but my father-in-law said I didn't want to waste money." The proprietress said helplessly.

"Could it be that the scythe was stolen by a thief?"

"Probably not, but a lot of kudzu powder is missing......

"Isn't that it?" The bearded male reporter pulled out a long scythe, which looked very much like the weapon of the Grim Reaper to harvest souls, and the barbed scythe was fixed at the top of the long wooden handle, and the sharpness reflected in the light.

"This is it!" The proprietress said happily.

"It's been a few years, but it's a good knife," Uncle Mori said in surprise as he looked at the sharp blade of the sickle, "and it looks like it's worth a lot." ”

10 million, why didn't the Maori family leave any antiques?

The sky was getting dark, and the snow was gradually falling, and although they were interested in the rumors of the scythe, Yamato and the others did not follow to see what sickles, but just waited outside the warehouse.

Yamato Dasuke watched Gao Cheng enter the warehouse, not even caring about the snowflakes falling on him.

"What's wrong?" Zhufu Gao Ming smiled, "You won't really be idle and come with you, right?" ”

Yamato dasuke glanced at Gao Ming with one eye.

"I'm just a little worried, I don't know why, but since Joto-kun arrived in Nagano Prefecture, I always feel like something is going to happen...... You should be aware of that, right? That's why I brought Joto-kun to this kind of place......"

"I'm really interested in the Weasel," Mofu Gaoming turned his gaze to the entrance of the open-air hot spring, "Dare you help you really think of Joto-kun as a plague god, right?" ”

Yamato dared to help with crutches and did not speak again.

Not the plague god, but the case compass.

When Gao Cheng visited the Nagano Prefectural Police Station, he really felt a subtle change, and the inexplicable sense of oppression always made him feel that it was difficult to breathe, and he couldn't help but think of the case nine years ago.

Time is tomorrow, the death of my friend who shot indiscriminately in the street nine years ago and was finally killed.

Why this time?

Yamato dared to help the only remaining eye, and his gaze became more and more solemn.

He's not a superstitious person, but the timing of Gao Cheng's visit to Nagano Prefecture was too coincidental, and now he has met Mori Kogoro, just like the previous case.

The case of the wind forest volcano......

"Bang!" The light bulb in the warehouse suddenly bursts, and the scene is suddenly plunged into darkness, followed by Hattori and Uncle Mori crying out in pain.

Neither of them was cut by something, one was an arm, the other was the back of a hand, and the slender wound was dripping with blood under the light of Conan's watch.

"It hurts!"

"What's going on?!"

"My face!" The female reporter wearing glasses covered her face and cried, and when Conan's flashlight and watch shone over, she found that the female reporter had also been cut out of her face, and the blood was flowing non-stop.

"Whew!" Snowflakes blew into the warehouse from the outside, and in the darkness it was as if a dangerous weasel monster was hidden, and Xiaolan and Kazuha hugged each other in fright, completely forgetting about karate and aikido.

"Is there really a sickle?!"

"How could it be a scythe? Let's go and treat the wound first. ”

Gao Cheng's expression was slightly gloomy, and he also turned on the flashlight to look around, especially the fragments of the bursting light bulb.

The wounds of Hattori's men were cut by small blades or something, and the prisoners were these people in the warehouse, which could not be concealed from him, even though the sudden darkness made him lose his vision, but the sound was all in his ears.

This kind of trick goes beyond the scope of soliciting business for the hotel, no matter what the case is, this guy can't escape.